Filed under: death, fishing, hope, nature, regression, willpower | Tags: deep, jonah, prisoner, sea, trapped, whale
Inside a whale sits
Jonah, pondering
How many more rotting
Tuna he’ll
Stack up in the corner
Before he dies of
Stench and despair.
Not a scale can he see
Only slime to the touch
As the creature heaves
Through the Deep,
Filtering fish through its
Radiator teeth.
Jonah dreams out
And up, into the light
And over this rut.
cards fall on the table,
Dry, clean in the sun,
Behind the horizon,
Life’s line, noone
Can question
The silence beyond.
Always there.
Forever, back
Down fathoms and more
To our whale and
Trapped Jonah.
Never to see the sky
Split from the Land
And the sea
By the line.
There in the gut’s leviathon walls his
Murmurs sift the
Gloom for gold
But none drops.
Patience and hope
And his jaws will part
And out he’ll fight
Then float like a
Ripe apple, spongy after
The long winter store.
Filed under: eating, health, pain, regression | Tags: breathing, dark, deep, feelings, fish, sea
Beneath the solar plexus
Is where it starts
That is where all the year’s
Undone things crowd for
Warmth, shivering like tramps
Round a spitting petrol drum.
Undone, why? Because I
Filled my cup and bowl too full
Scared that if
Too light
I might float up to the
Surface and, breathing,
See the whole universe.
Things left undone, good things,
Real things,
Like collecting leaves for
Compost or supporting a
Shoulder stand.
Things that require presence in a world
With me at the centre,
Such things are left undone.
Instead, come feelings,
Doubts, thoughts about the size
And shape of things unseen-
THE thing, the tumour- shhhh-
Not that, don’t think it,
What if thoughts be things!
Better to sink back into
The dark Deep for a while,
Where life is lightless and
The bloated stomach cannot
Taste or choose,
Programmed like an angler fish
To digest all passers by
No time to wait for hunger:
A leisure for the light.
